Another year
and we’re still here.
We had dreams
last year,
you and I –
we were miles away.
We were different people there,
living it up,
smiling – laughing – living,
yes, one of those
we envied,
disdained,
but ultimately admired.
We had a plan,
it was all drawn up,
signed off,
we shook on it,
looked into each others eyes,
it was full proof –
so what went wrong?
Another year
and we’re still here.
Living a dream,
we’d rather not live,
you and I –
we’re miles away.
